As they said good-night she looked at Heath and remarked:
"We shall meet again?"
He clasped her hand, and answered, slightly reddening:
"Oh, I hope so! I do hope so!"
That was all. There was no mention of the Red Book, of being at home on Thursdays, no "If you're ever near Berkeley Square," etc. All that was unnecessary. Charmian touched a long-fingered hand and uttered a cold little "Good-night." A minute more and her mother and she were in the motor gliding through damp streets in the murky darkness.
After a short silence Mrs. Mansfield said:
"Well, Charmian, you escaped! Are you very thankful?"
"Escaped!" said a rather plaintive voice from the left-hand corner of the car.
"The dreaded Te Deum."
"Is he a musician at all? I believe Max Elliot has been humbugging us."